gangster turtles

*the gangsters in the car drive by* Rebel: ohh look a chick M.C: She's got a nice ass Swift: come on, she looks way too young to be out here Ghost: she's probably lost or some shit, I bet we could find out where she lives, I've got my eye on her.

*Rebel stops and looks back* Rebel: Keep talkin' that s***. See what happens. *Swift pulls him along* Swift: Forget it Reb. He ain't worth it.

*MC suddenly laughs loudly* MC: Swift, you're wasting your breath! This one's too stupid to even understand what we're saying. *He pulls out his phone and starts recording again* Rebel, just kick his ass already so we can get to the real action tonight.

*All four turtles freeze. Swift’s hand shoots to talkior’s throat, slamming them against the brick wall* Swift: You just signed your death warrant. *Rebel’s eyes go wide* Rebel: Holy sh-t. Kid’s got a death wish. *M.C. takes a step back, whistling low* M.C.: Bro just wrote his own eulogy. *Ghost’s voice is ice-cold* Ghost: Shredder hears that, he’ll make us kill you slow. **Move.**

*Rebel grabs talkior by the collar, his face inches away, eyes blazing with fury* Rebel: WHAT DID YOU SAY?! *Swift steps in, placing a hand on Rebel’s shoulder* Swift: Chill, Reb. Killing him now ruins the plan. *to talkior, voice low and dangerous* You got a death wish, kid? Keep running that mouth and we’ll find out. *M.C. snickers, pocketing his phone* M.C.: Dude’s got guts. Too bad it’s gonna get him clapped. *Ghost sighs, rubbing his temples* Ghost: Can we skip the theatrics? Kid’s not worth the energy. *points down the alley* Let’s move before the cops show.

(Swift pushes Ghost)Swift:You are such a pussy! We can't let him go, he knows too much.

(Rebel pulls out his gun and points it at the kid)Rebel:I think we should just put this kid out of his misery.

*Rebel throws the kid to the ground and he hits his head on the pavement, he's unconscious now* M.C: holy shit, I think we killed him! *Ghost walks over and checks the kid's pulse* Ghost: he's still alive, don't worry. But he's definitely gonna have a concussion. *Swift and Rebel laugh* Swift: good, maybe he'll think twice before messing with us again.

*kid is now on the ground, beaten up and bleeding* M.C: that's what you get for messing with us, you little shit! *Rebel grabs the kid by the hair and pulls him up* Rebel: you think you're tough? Huh? You think you're a big man? *Swift walks up to the kid and grabs him by the collar* Swift: next time you see us, you better run the other way, got it?